Iron Titan

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic
After watching the movie KickAss and reading the Punisher MAX series I wanted to make my story/comic. I have shared this with my friends and family they love it and I do to. This is probly one of my best works so far, so enough with the introdution This IS the IRON TITAN

Submitted: September 25, 2010

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My names John Rese and my daughter has just been kinapped. I probly should start from the begining, my childhood. My dad was an ex green beret in vietnam, the best of the best they would call him. I never really got to see him, he died from a landmine. I had my dad's urge to fight, to hunt, to KILL, atleast my mom would say I had the urge to fight. I had many as a child some were unprovoked others were. I won all of them, so I was alone, the quiet kid in class. I didn't like my childhood, when I graduated from highschool I join the seals. I excelled but I felt like I was apart of a team, I had some freinds. Cliff Davis was one of my closest friend, we were the first to finish the whole training camp process. We fought along side each other in the Iraq war. Are duties as seals were finish in 2002 but we werent satisfy. We tried out for the green berets and we succeed. We returned to Iraq for some unfinish business. I was a foot soldier, a sniper, and a spy. Me and Cliff left in 2006, we were out of work, we both had wives, and we needed to find a job soon. One day I got a call from Travis Stantly, one of the former seals in my troop. He knew me and Cliff were out of work and desperate. He was a contractor, a solider of profit. I had a fun time, so did Cliff killing for money. We got free guns, new armor, ammo and we met some great peolpe along the way, killed some to. The armor was special to us, you put on a suit of strongmetal, kevlar, and metal mask made out of the strongest metal know to man, adamntium. Cliff and I would workas a teamand take out armies. The money went straight home for a house for my wife Amy and for the baby on the way. We continued to do this till August 2010. We were in North Korea, we had to resuce an American hostage. A female, she worked with the redcross and her daddy was rich. She was in a small house, full of soliders. After we took out all the guards outside we then blasted the rest inside. I kicked down the door where the hostage was and I let Cliff take care of the rest, she had a bomb strap to her, time on the bomb twenty seconds. Cliff was a bomb expert and began to defuse the bomb while I covered him. He was half a step away from defusing it before he ran out of time. It exploded bolowing me and him thru walls with bloodychucks of the female. I was lucky to get up, he wasn't, his leg and arm where gone, and they were replaced by bloody stumps, he was bleeding to death. I carried him out before the buliding collapsed. He died in my arms that night, my only friend. I quit that same night, and returned home. I was never the same but my daughter Frances would always put a smile on my face. We were set for life but my wife wanted to work anyway. She was an accounted and she loved her job, I stayed home and looked after Frances, the American dream. Nothing last forever, I've always hated that saying but it's true, my wife was killed ina car jaking. I've been through wars, I've laughed in deaths face and I have never been afraid of anything. For once in my life I was afraid, afraid to tell my sobing daughter what happen to her mother. We were quiet for months, she would take our wedding picture in her room, told me it helped her get to sleep. I wish I had something like that, I would lay in bed thinking of how horrible of a father I am, that she would be better off without me. I need something to take my mind off of this or I'll kill myself. I was lucky that night to on my tv and see reports of vigilante work by the Punisher. He clear out a ware house full of coke selling mobsters. He killed scum, the same scum that wanders thru the streets of cincy, the same scum that killed my wife. I open my secret compartment in the house that leads to the armoury. I haven't step foot into this for six months. My armor, My guns, MYMASK. Fliping my mask over my face changes me, I fell unstopable in this armor, like a Death Machine. It's 10:30 at night Frances is asleep, ready for big day tomorrow, first grade. I sneak out in a huge trench coat, the coat has kevlar stinched into it. I carried a light load in the begining, a 40 caliber pistol with a silencer, a few knives and some light armor. I didn't want to bring to much attention to myself. I started out small killing gangmembers and wrecking crack houses. Ha you should have saw the media try to piece it together, it's funny how you learn to cover your tracks in the special forces. As I contiuned to do the small work I would interrogate some unlucky pricks and found out why there were so many car jackings. My schedule was complex to say the least, I would head out at 11 or 12 at night and return home at 5 or 6 in the morning. Frances never really found out that I was leaving at night aslong as I was there in the morning to take her to school. After dropping her off I would return home, workout, patch the holes in my kevlar and then I would get some sleep. I would pick up Frances at 3 and then sleep somemore, then I would begin the process all over agian. Tonight's different, not killing small fry tonight, this night I'm after a mobster, the heartbreaker. He owned a chopshop near over the rhine. The cause of all the car jacking and murders. I was going out heavy tonight, I put on the full armor, carried an 81 mgs light machine gun and two handcannons, they are great at making a first impression. I quietly took out the guards outside but I left the camera's intact, It was time to let the media and the scum know who I am. I kicked the doors open and then opened fire on anything moving. When I was out I took cover and reloaded quickly, didn't have to they were all dead, all except for one rat. After my short conversation I knew where that greasy pig was, hiding up stairs in his office. I couldn't help looking at some of the cars in the chopshop, thats when I ran into my wifes car. It was complety striped. I remebered when I bought that vechile for her birthday. Anger began to build up and I pressed on, ran into some of the heart breakers body guards in front of his office. They had a female hostage, probly the one of the clerks, as they used her as a human sheild I brought out my hand cannon. The five pound pistol was hard to aim, but it has it's benfits, like blowing some mobster head off. The hostage took cover while I took care of the rest. She was in shock but she was unharmed. I kicked down the door to the heartbreakers office. I had a short talk with him, then I blew his brains out, ALL OVER THE WALLS. Ha the cops were going to have a fun time cleaing that one up. I got home covered in blood, none of it was mine. I got cleaned up, took Frances to school then turned the tv on, the media blew up. They only had a few glipse of me on security cam but thats all they showed. They called me insane the hostage I saved called me a hero,but all of them called me the....

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